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Handjobs
By Chris Carr
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It wasn’t like every boy in the neighborhood started lining up for a hand job after that episode but, before long, it started to feel that way. Had Melvin told all the boys what had happened or was this just the fates, smiling down on me? I wasn’t sure but, wasn’t about to ask either.
Not long after that incident, we were hanging out in the pool one day when Melvin suggested to Randy that he ought to join my club. Randy was a strapping, 14 year old from the neighborhood who’d matured somewhat prematurely. Nobody fucked with Randy, hell he was too big. Already he was sporting a peach fuzz mustache and his chest rippled with muscles. I’d fantasized about him a thousand times but wouldn’t have dreamed of asking him to join. Thank God Melvin was so bold.
Randy asked a couple of questions as we waded about the pool, but I remained quiet, deferring instead to Melvin who handily answered his inquiries. Turning to face me, he finally said,
"Why you ain’t told me ‘bout your club?"
"I… I didn’t think you’d be interested," I returned, flummoxed.
"So… can I get in?"
"Yeah, but you got to be cool," Melvin interjected.
"Cool? Cool ‘bout what?"
"Just… be cool," Melvin urged. Randy stared at him, confused. "Be.. down," Melvin clarified, wading around him.
"Wouldn’t be askin’ if I wasn’t down," Randy said, swiping a handful of water at him.
Melvin ducked, then, with a curious smirk said, "Then you cool."
The day Randy was due for his interview, I was a nervous wreck. What had Melvin got me into? Maybe it was a trick. Maybe they were conspiring together, purposely using Randy, the only boy big enough to beat the living daylights out of me. Pacing backwards and forth, I was actually thinking of calling the whole thing off.
"He come yet?" Lyle said, startling me. I was so consumed, I hadn’t even heard him enter the pool house.
"No, and what you doin’ here!?" I assailed, heading to the door. Flinging it open, I motioned for him to leave. Those big eyes of his holding me, he softly related, "Melvin told me…" His words giving me pause, I let the door close.
"He say you nasty." He paused, wiping his nose as he let out a wet sniff, then added, "He say he was gon’ tell Randy too." As I’d thought! Panicked, I started considering counter defensive actions.
"He said it was goooooood. He said it just like that… ‘goooooooood’."
The door opened, and suddenly Randy filled the room. "’Sup Sonny," he said. Lyle stared at him then looked up at me. I motioned with my eyes for him to leave, and he looked at Randy once more, then left. I waited until he returned to the house, then looked at Randy.
Where Melvin was questionably ugly, Randy was undoubtedly handsome. He had an all-American face with soft, cocoa brown skin, a cute, button nose, and sultry, seductive eyes. Randy was tall for his age, his impatient, teen physique chaotically sprouting ahead of schedule and he had some of the biggest feet I’d ever seen. Every time he’d swim in the pool, I’d get a near hard-on, just watching those big things paddle his body about. He was a work of art and I had to work hard to contain myself.
"’Sup Randy?" I said, pulling us up a couple of boxes.
Plopping down on one, he spread his legs in that cavalier, teen boy fashion. I almost expected him to spit on the ground, so casual were his actions. Muscles rippling in his arms as he perched his elbows on his thighs he looked up at me.
"So… did, Melvin tell you any more ‘bout the initiation?"
"No," he said, sitting up.
Hesitating, I stood, still pondering my decision. Chancing things with Melvin was one thing, but this was Randy, he could tear me to pieces. Pacing slowly, I replayed Lyle’s recent revelation. Melvin liked it? I mulled, still shocked. Well, duh, I reasoned, remembering his cum all over the floor. But what had he told Randy?
"Just do it," Randy said, startling me. I looked down at him, puzzled. Maybe he did know. But that would mean Melvin had told him everything, I stressed, refusing to believe any teenage boy would share his sexual encounters with another boy, especially not Melvin.
I looked out the window at the pool, just beyond the patio. Eerily quiet, the water was still and crystal clear. So clear, I could see the ball Lyle had dropped in the water, earlier that day. I stared at the red sphere, captivated, then finally turned to face Randy, accepting my fate.
"’K, you have to start by standing up," I said.
Without protest, Randy stood, his solid frame extending until I was looking up at him. "’K, now…" I swallowed, a lump forming in my throat. "Now, take your pants down." Almost as if he’d been waiting for the command, Randy dropped his pants, letting them fall around his ankles. I stared at his body, captivated. He was even more gorgeous with his pants down.
His legs were sturdy, full and sensuous, unlike Melvin’s wiry bird-legs. Although they were hairless, cords of muscles rippled just beneath the, smooth, well formed surface. A thick package bulged his tighty-whiteys, pushing them prominently out. God! If his legs and briefs looked this good, I thought, what the hell did the rest of him look like? Leaving procedure, I glanced up at him and added,
"Your shirt too."
Again, offering no protest, Randy whipped his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. I literally swooned. Randy was near perfection, the very image of manliness, wrapped up in a strapping, teen body. I wanted to touch him, to worship him, to consume him.
Gazing at his nearly naked physique, I drooled. From his stout shoulders and the perfect line they struck, to his well developed pecs, a dark, Hershey’s Kiss dotting each side. His broad torso dumped down into a svelte waist, that swelled at his hips like a Greek god. And his stomach was a study of interwoven musculature. I wasn’t worthy.
After some time gawking at him, I remembered that we weren’t through. Looking up, I noticed him looking curiously at me, as if this wasn’t the first time someone had gawked at him. Observing how compliant he’d been so far, it made me consider alternate actions. What would he do if I pulled his briefs down, instead ordering him to do it? And what if I told him I had to "examine" his ass too? Weak in the knees, I approached him, my heart thundering again.
He watched me, offering no obvious signs of protest. Fuck the club, I thought, gazing at his taut six pack, Randy should be my new best friend. You know, the one that you spend all your time with. The one that you discover new heights of sexual bliss with, both of you amazing yourself with how sensuous the human body can be. Ok, I didn’t think all that at 14, but I was wanting Randy for my own.
"Pull down your shorts," I decreed, no longer anxious over repercussions.
For the first time, Randy hesitated, blinking idly at me a couple of times. Then, as I stifled a gasp, he pulled his briefs down, revealing his wondrous equipment. To my utter amazement, Randy was uncircumcised. It was my first time seeing an uncut dick up close and I found it utterly fascinating.
I stepped closer, my mouth gaped open in awe, my eyes bulged. Randy looked first at me, then his dick, as if checking to make sure something wasn’t wrong.
"It’s…different," I confessed. I felt my hand moving towards it, then I looked suddenly up at Randy. "Can you… get it hard?" I said, completely forgetting the initiation.
Randy didn’t seem to mind, regarding me for a couple of seconds then looking down at his dick. Unlike Melvin’s or my dick, the head of Randy’s dick lay hidden beneath a hooded sheath of warm skin. I could make out the shape but it was as if Randy’s dick was "off-stage" waiting for its introduction. As I watched, I was unaware Randy had been concentrating on making it grow. Slowly, his sleeping hang filled, extending first outward, then rising slowly upward. Then, as if cued, the skin rolled back and the moist, pink head of his dick appeared.
It was so stunning, I grew hard myself, my dick straining so hard against my jeans, it pooched them out in the front. My dick is boring, compared to Randy’s, I thought! What was it like when he jacked it off? Did he have to hold that skin back or did he use it to get himself off? Yeah, Randy needed to be my best and only friend, I mused.
"H-h-how… you get it off?" I heard myself asking.
"What… whadaya mean?"
"I mean, do you have to hold that skin back or something to feel it?" Randy looked at his dick, then at me.
"Get it off just like you do yours," He stated.
"But… I use lotion, or spit or something."
"It’s just the same," Randy insisted. "Take it out, I’ll show you."
Take it out?? No one had ever asked me that. Taking mine out during an initiation was something I hadn’t even considered. But, despite my reservations, I couldn’t resist the temptation. Unbuttoning my jeans, I opened them and reached inside my briefs, fishing my brick hard dick out.
Springing to its full 6 1/2 inches, it was wickedly hard, the angry head swollen and shiny. Randy’s dick sprung upwards likewise, regaining the rigidity it’d lost during our conversing. We faced each other, twin boy joysticks pointing towards each other.
Randy stepped beside me, then reached his hand out and encircled my throbbing pole. It leaped in his hand, the sensations incredible. He gloved his strong hand up and down the shaft, skillfully working the head with each pass. My toes literally danced in my tennis and I felt weak in the knees.
"Everything I do to yours, you do to mine," Randy instructed.
Extending my hand, I encircled his pulsing post, like he’d mine. Stroking it tightly, I mimicked his actions, choking up on the head with each pass. His dick felt peculiarly erotic in my hand. That sheath of skin that I wondered about moved with every stroke, strangely capping the moist head of his dick then peeling back to uncover it. What did that feel like, I wondered, despite Randy’s objections it was just like mine? Did the head get cool when the skin peeled back? And did the skin, slipping up around the head feel extra good, adding to my stroking hand?
"See, just like mine," Randy asserted with a smile.
We continued our stroking, although both of us had no reason to. I was supposed to be "initiating" him into the club and this wasn’t the procedure. And he’d started stroking mine to demonstrate the similarities, but that’d already been established, as far as he was concerned. Still, we continued, each stroking the other’s as we stared at our dicks.
Randy was rapidly slamming his hand up and down my dick now. I mirrored his actions and sensed the way it made his dick swell. So it took more pressure to manipulate that extra skin, I reasoned, fearing that Randy’s tight grip on my dick might chafe it.
Clamping down harder, I choked up on his bat, wringing my fist about the swollen head of his dick with each stroke. That’s when Randy let out this soft hiss and his hand slowed on my dick. Figuring I must be doing something right, I locked down on his dick, coaxing still more soft moans from him. He’d all but stopped stroking my dick now but it was cool because, just the sensation of his warm fingers about the shaft was almost enough to bring me off.
"Ssss," He hissed, pushing his hips forward.
I’d found a solid rhythm now, my hand almost a blur as it slammed up and down his throbbing post. You know, when I recall how hard Randy’s dick got that day, it explains why a brick hard dick gets me so hot today. It was a sight to see, the way his dick extended and grew until it was a veritable column of steel.
His hand loosely holding my equally rock hard dick, Randy lowered his head until his chin was touching his collarbone. So you have use pressure, I thought, marveling at how hard I had to grip his dick. My hand like a vice now, I felt his dick spasm. Randy let out a guttural groan, his eyes squeezed shut as his dick fired its first salvo.
A heavy dollop of boy cum leaped from the head of his dick and sailed across the room, plopping on the floor. His body literally rocking with each spasm of his dick, Randy grunted over and over, his face strained, his eyes still squeezed shut. Pow! And another drop was airborne, leaping to join its partner on the floor. Bam! His six pack rippling, he squeezed another round out, splitting the top of his dick to fly angrily towards the wall. Pow! Bam! Pow! Bam! It seemed endless and Randy appeared to be enjoying each round better than the last.
Hissing and shaking upon the last stores of his teen reservoir, he scraped the bottom of the barrel, quivering as the last beads of cum dribbled down my fist and pooled on the floor beneath him. He’d all but forgotten about my dick but his hand was still holding it and seeing him explode like that was more than enough stimulus.
As he descended from his high, his heaving chest slowly calming, he suddenly flung his eyes open when he felt my dick swell in his hand. Absently squeezing his dick, I gasped as cum shot from my dick. Randy watched in awe, shuddering every time I squeezed his dick.
The sensations were indescribable, starting somewhere deep in my groin and finding its way out to the tip of my contracting dick. From there they ricocheted to every part of my body, out to my wiggling toes and back to circle my twitching asshole. Up my back and across my torso, causing me to gasp and tremble and then up my neck to explode in my head.
My body became one giant orgasm, all concentrating on expelling my boiling, boy cum in mind-blowing spasms. I’d never felt an orgasm like this before and wondered if Randy had felt the same. His hand was still gingerly holding my rocketing missile, and through my squinted eyes, I could see him watching me go off. He’d stepped slightly out the way to avoid my powerful blasts but was transfixed on my dick and each subsequent squirt of cum.
I grunted, shook, gasped and trembled, slinging my hips forward to facilitate my body’s mechanism. It was almost embarrassing, loosing control like that. Quivering and jerking like a fool. A nutt this good was supposed to be between you and your hand, in the privacy of your own tightly secured room.
It was the only time I let myself go with one of my "members". When it was finally over, we’d made a good mess on the floor and I was left with a grand cleanup. Randy’s dick eventually went down, the soft, pink head retracting to hide in its warm cocoon, once more. We looked at each other, then the globs of cum on the floor and couldn’t prevent the smirks that crept on our faces.
Randy pulled his pants up first and I tucked my softening dick inside my tighty-whiteys. We’d all but forgotten about the "interview" and with not a word between us we finished dressing and left.
Things really took off after that. Word that Randy had "joined" my club was all the publicity I needed. By mid-summer, I was practically up to my elbows in boys. But amidst the revelry, a strange pattern started to evolve. There wasn’t a lot at first, and I didn’t even pay it any attention, I was enjoying all the teen dick so but slowly, I noticed there were those who… came back.
Alex, the horny boy from next door, Brian from two blocks over, Jason, the boy from the park, they all found ways to get seconds. With Brian it was on a visit to his house. While sitting around, bored with stupid board games, he accidentally cocked his legs open, trying to reposition himself on the hard floor and the leg of his shorts fell open, revealing his unclad groin. Instantly, he knew that I’d seen and I knew that he was going au natural, beneath his shorts.
We locked the door, even though his mother was temporarily away at the store, and he lay on his back, eyes staring at the ceiling, his dick so wickedly hard, it pulsed with his beating heart. In minutes he was writhing about, sweat on his brow as his dick spat thick drops out on his quivering stomach. He later told me that my hand was like magic on his dick and that he’d wanted to do that for a long time.
Jason wasn’t so bold but every much as determined. He scheduled so many return pool visits, I was getting bored with seeing his dick. Sometimes, I can be a little slow, especially when there’s dick at every turn, so I didn’t pick up on his frequent visits until about the eighth or ninth time. The night before his visit, I was laying in bed, wondering what I was going to do about him bugging me all the time to come over when the brick house finally hit me.
It all made sense then. The visits and how he stayed almost no time in the water but lingered, to the point of frustration, in my room.
He got his second hand job in my bathroom. I told him to follow me into the shower, once he’d got out of his clothes and he offered no protest. The water running, I soaped up his throbbing spear and brought him off in seconds. He was so grateful, he asked if we could do it again. Of course, he meant in the near future, but I decided, no time like the present and soaped him up again.
But the one that stands out in my mind was Alex. He’d taken forever to join my club, although I was certain he was just as much into sex with guys as I was. The way he snatched looks at the guy’s packages in the pool or loved playing grab-ass, I couldn’t understand why he hadn’t asked about joining.
When he finally did, my suspicions were confirmed. It took no time to get him out of all of his clothes and he so thoroughly enjoyed his hand job, I almost expected him to return the next day. But he didn’t and I’d almost forgot about him until that day in the pool.
We had the pool all to ourselves, Lyle being away that day. Funny how that happened though, with all the boys clamoring for ‘visits’ in the pool. Some days, there’d be a pool full of boys and on others, there was no one but me and Lyle. It was over in the afternoon and I think mom was out front, working in her rose garden or something. I just remember it being quiet. So quiet, you could hear the water lapping against the sides of the pool.
Alex was playing around a little in the water, swimming backwards and forth across the pool, ducking under and popping up at various places like some lost sea otter. I was just lazing against the side of the pool, near the filter port. We called it our Jacuzzi because when the filter blew the water in, it made bubbles.
I was watching the stream of bubbles pouring out the side wall when I spied Alex swimming beneath the water towards me. He was playing a game we called "submarine" where you skimmed right over the bottom of the pool and then followed it up the side wall until you surfaced. But he was heading right towards me and I started wondering when he was going to stop.
Turning at my feet, he started up my body, as if I was the pool wall and continued up, his body right next to mine until he surfaced, inches away from me.
"Idiot," I said, staring directly into his face. He wiped water from his face and smiled, once he could hear what I was saying. We stood like that, face to face for a few, then he swam off, heading for the other side of the pool.
When he finally stopped, he perched himself against the wall, resting his elbows on the concrete edge to catch his breath. A stroke of mischievousness overtaking me, I ducked under the water and swam over the bottom of the pool, mimicking his actions. As his feet came into view, I turned upwards, following his hairless legs until I arrived at his skin tight, bikini style swimming trunks. Hey! We wore those things back then and thought nothing of it!!
Grabbing them by the top, I yanked down, pulling his trunks until they were half way his thighs...
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